It is not the number of times you are counting, but the strength at which you are being struck.
She was to be punished for a severe transgression. She knew she deserved it and needed it to feel whole again. She had allowed another Dom to touch her without her Masters permission. She was at fault and was lucky that Master was forgiving. Still, a lesson had to be learned. Slave had waited a full week on pins and needles, waiting for the weekend. Not sure when the punishment would occur.
Saturday morning dawned, a bright and beautiful day. It was almost spring and the air was fresh and new. Slave awoke with a tremor in her heart because she knew today was the day of her punishment. She got out of their bed and made her way to the kitchen. Brewing a pot of coffee, she gazed out the window wondering when he would come.
So many thoughts flew through her mind. Why had she been so stupid? Why did she risk the love she knew she wanted on something so trifling? She felt awful and dejected. How could he look at her with same eyes? Did this change everything? Could they get back what they had?
She was determined to take her punishment with as much grace as she could. Master had not yet told her a number or what he would use. In the past, when she had needed discipline, Master had given her large numbers, but not struck her very hard. Enough to make her ass red and tender. What if this time it were different? Startled out of her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She saw it was her Master and quickly answered.
"G-good morning Master" she said, trying to put a smile in her voice.
"Good morning disobedient one, are you dressed?"
"Not yet. I was just having coffee and thinking about you." she replied
"And what were you thinking, slave?"
"I was thinking about how I let you down and disappointed you and how wretched I feel."
"Good" her Master said "You should be thinking those things. I will be over later this afternoon and we will begin your punishment. You need to remember who owns you, all of you. Finish your coffee, take a shower, get dressed and don't forget the pink butt plug. I want you aware of yourself all day."
"Yes, Master, as you wish", she replied and he hung up.
She drank her coffee and thought about what she was going to do while she was waiting. She would clean up the house and then go to the store to get things for dinner. She would make him a nice meal. She would wear some sexy lingerie. Maybe she could soften him up a little.
She showered, inserted the butt plug, and got dressed. She put on a red skirt that hit her at mid-thigh along with a pair of thigh stockings, she topped the look with a low cut sweater embellished with red cherries. She took great care with her hair and make-up. She wanted to look especially good today. The plug was bigger than what she was used to and a little uncomfortable, but she would get used to it. She cleaned up her room and made the bed. She took a load of laundry to the wash room and got that started. Now what to make for dinner? She decided on steak, baked potato and fresh salad. Time to go to the grocery store.
She checked the time as she left the house. She was very aware of her ass as she drove and was even more aware of it when she got to the store. Her nipples were hard, too. She took a deep breath and walked in. She felt as though all eyes were on her, as if they all knew, but that was ridiculous. She did her shopping and hurried home. She put away the groceries and sat down to wait.
At precisely two o'clock she heard his car arrive. She knelt at the front door, butterflies in her stomach. Not sure how mad he really was. Not wanting to strike her out of anger he had given himself a few days to tamp down his anger because he could be brutal. He walked in the door and lifted her face to look at him.
He had a bag in one hand and he raised her from the floor. He led her to the stairs and she walked up in front of him, bending over just enough so that he could see under her skirt. She entered the bedroom and knelt again. Master set his bag down and smiled at her.
:"Ready to begin?" He reached into the bag and pulled out a woman's douche and an enema bag. "You are unclean. Go to the bathroom and clean your cunt, then give yourself an enema to clean out your ass!" The smile was there, but the eyes were steel.
She rose without question and with trembling hands took the items to the bathroom. "Leave the door open!" She blushed at that. She had never given herself an enema and wasn't sure how, She quickly scanned the directions. Okay, she could do this. She douched herself first and then inserted the enema tube, after filling the bag with warm, soapy water. She allowed it to fill her ass and it was the strangest sensation, she looked up and Master was standing in the doorway. "Leave it until I say you can release it."
Slave was both anxious and mortified at the thought of releasing her bowels in front of her Master. For her, this was truly humiliating. He had left the doorway and was preparing something in the bedroom. She sat clenching her ass cheeks. He returned to the doorway.
"Release, slave!" he commanded sternly. His tone startled her and she unclenched her cheeks. The sound of water hitting the toilet and the accompanying noises had her blushing furiously. She could not look at him. She was mortified. Finally she was empty and, with downcast eyes, she wiped herself and got up.
She walked silently past him into the bedroom. There she saw what he had been doing. The covers were off her bed and in a pile on the floor. Master had laid out a crop, a flogger, and a cane. There were three pillows stacked near the edge of the bed and four cuffs were attached to each corner by rope. Slave felt her mouth grow dry and, to her surprise, her pussy got wet.
Master put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Slave you will place yourself on the pillows and once there you will put your blindfold on. We wouldn't want you to see what's coming." He chuckled then and the butterflies swarmed back into her stomach.
